The cold wind howled.
Evil Scholar, who had the weakest cultivation and pet beast, was the first to succumb.
As for the others, they were still fine. After all, they had Rank 4 pet beasts to protect them so they wouldn't be frozen by the cold.
Black Crow, Madam Ghost Child, and Coffin Man attacked at the same time.
The black falcon soared into the air, a dark aura swirling around him. He let out a shrill cry, trying to intimidate the enemy. However, this tactic was useless against the old dragon. The latter continued to soar in the air, stirring up a blizzard with each flap.
This kind of technique was truly marvelous.
Unable to fly up, the black falcon was completely suppressed by the old dragon. They weren't even on the same level.
The swaddle in Madam Ghost Child's arms let out a shrill cry. The next instant, several air blades flew out. The old dragon sneered, taking the attack head-on with his physical body.
Although the air blades were strong, their power was greatly reduced beyond a certain distance. Moreover, the old dragon's scales were tough enough that the air blades could only leave a few shallow scratches on his skin from a distance of several hundred feet.
Even Coffin Man was at his wits' end against the soaring dragon. Both he and his pet beast, Zombie Cthulhu, weren't adept at flying.
The old dragon was clearly using his advantage to control the blizzard within the barrier to freeze people to death.
Lin Jin obviously had his own methods. He could just contact the Nebula Barrier but that wouldn't do anything to the old dragon. Moreover, if he did remove the barrier, the old dragon would most likely escape.
If the old dragon escaped, they wouldn't be able to find him anytime soon and He Yu would be in danger.
This was probably the old dragon's plan.
Lin Jin communicated with the Museum of Deadly Beasts. The next instant, the curator's door behind Lin Jin could vaguely be seen. With a creak, the door opened a sliver.
Then, an invisible aura surged out along with a beam of light.
In an instant, the blizzard the old dragon had conjured was shattered. In the blink of an eye, the blizzard had receded and the sun had risen.
Things weren't as simple as they seemed.
Lin Jin knew that the old dragon was severely injured. His coiled wire needle had destroyed one of the dragon's veins so the old dragon was at the end of his tether. Lin Jin borrowed the aura that seeped out from the sliver and wrapped it around a coiled wire needle before shooting it out.
The needle was tiny and hard to notice. The old dragon froze in the air before letting out a pained cry and spitting out blood.
From the looks of it, he was severely injured.
But no one noticed what happened just now. All they saw was a crack in the door behind Curator. Under the illumination of the light, the imposing old dragon collapsed.
"The curator is indeed amazing!"
"I don't think the Curator intends to take action personally this time. It's just that the old dragon is courting death by injuring the Curator's disciple. That's why the Curator has to show himself. This old dragon is courting death."
Black Crow and Evil Scholar exchanged glances. They could read each other's thoughts from the look in their eyes.
Ghost Baby and Coffin Carrying Man had the same idea.
At this moment, the Curator only needed to release a divine aura to severely injure the old dragon. Naturally, the Curator didn't need to do anything else. Coffin Man had already rushed forward and punched the old dragon.
Although the old dragon was heavily injured, he still had the strength to fight back. However, against an expert like the Coffin Carrying Man, he could only take a beating and was on the verge of death.
Coffin Man was shrouded in a black aura and his bones were as tough as steel. He was very respectful to the Curator and knew when to stop. He immediately retreated. The old dragon no longer had the strength to resist, so the Curator would be the one to decide what to do next.
Lin Jin took another look at Coffin Man.
Coffin Man was very perceptive. When the old dragon fell, Coffin Man understood Lin Jin's intention and immediately went forward to cripple the old dragon. He must have used his zombie cthulhu's power as well before retreating to let Lin Jin make the decision.
What a clever man.
Despite Coffin Man's cold, terrifying, and taciturn appearance, he was a thoughtful and intelligent man.
Lin Jin nodded approvingly.
Only then did Black Crow and the others snap out of their daze, musing about how fast Coffin Man was. They regretted not thinking of this earlier and letting Coffin Man seize the initiative. Judging by the Curator's expression, he was obviously pleased with Coffin Man.
They had miscalculated!
Now that the outcome was determined, Lin Jin strode toward the old dragon.
Currently, the old dragon was curled up on the ground, barely breathing. Its jade scale armor was riddled with scars and blood kept gushing out of its mouth. It was a testament to the destructive power of Lin Jin's silver needle that was infused with energy.
Of course, Lin Jin was mistaken about one thing.
The old dragon's injuries weren't solely due to a single needle. The main reason was that the old dragon was in the middle of casting a spell and was forcefully interrupted, causing the spell to backfire and injure him to this extent.
However, if Lin Jin wasn't aware of this, the others were even more clueless. Naturally, they all gave the credit to the Curator for defeating the old dragon.
Seeing the masked Curator approach, the old dragon tried to lift its head several times but failed. Having lived for more than four hundred years, the old dragon was incredibly intelligent so it knew what awaited it.
"Cough, cough!" Coughing out a mouthful of blood, the old dragon said, "The winner takes all. I admit defeat. Spiritual Master, your cultivation is profound and I admit my inferiority. Spiritual Master, you are broad-minded and should know that it's not easy for monsters like us to cultivate. Please, Spiritual Master, have mercy and spare my life. I'm willing to retract the curse and also tell you a great secret."
Was the old dragon afraid and begging for mercy now?
It was too late.
Putting aside what a true expert would do, Lin Jin no longer trusted the old dragon.
Moreover, Lin Jin knew that the old dragon didn't have long to live. Even if he didn't kill it, it wouldn't last much longer. The curse was the key to prolonging its life so how could it retract it so easily?
The old dragon was most likely stalling for time again.
As for the so-called great secret, Lin Jin wasn't interested in it either. It might just be a lie made up by the old dragon.
Hence, Lin Jin remained silent. Sensing that the situation wasn't looking good, the old dragon quickly said, "Spiritual Master, are you really going to kill me? If you kill me, the curse on the Sixth Princess will never be broken. She won't be able to escape death. "
Lin Jin shook his head.
Even at a time like this, the old dragon was still spouting nonsense. Had it been someone else, they might have been skeptical, but Lin Jin refused to believe him at all.
Because Lin Jin had already obtained the answer to breaking the curse from the museum. All he had to do was kill the old dragon. There was no need for him to do anything else.
Seeing that the Curator hadn't said a word, the old dragon panicked.
Living for more than four hundred years was a long time, but the longer it was, the more afraid he was of death.
Perhaps knowing that his death was near, the old dragon was trembling all over.
At that moment, Lin Jin secretly invoked a spell under his sleeve.
The next instant, Xiao Huo pounced over, enlarged himself, and bit down on the old dragon's neck.
His razor-sharp teeth pierced through the old dragon's neck, causing blood to splatter everywhere. The old dragon twisted and struggled but gradually lost his strength.
"Drink as much as you can. This is dragon blood, a great tonic. It's a hundred times better than the dragon blood pill," Lin Jin told Xiao Huo.
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